the end was just the beginning
When I started HouseGoesHollywood a few months back it was a bit of an experiment. I was hoping mummy blather, recipes and gossip would make fun housemates at HouseGoesHome. But for every reader who loves a celebrity update, there's another who loathes having filthy gossip clutter their in-box. So I'm thinking it's time for HouseGoesHollywood... Continue Reading →
I am one of those dull Sydneysiders who can talk about real estate for hours. Not in a show-offy way, I just have this inexplicable, wow-I-love-houses enthusiasm for bricks and mortar. Ritzy new mansions don't do it for me - though I could be persuaded if I won the lottery - my taste is more... Continue Reading →
Blogging during the school holidays has its challenges. Like yesterday, which flashed past with virtually no time for personal creativity. I was too busy exploring a fabulous playground we've discovered beside the Parramatta River, then lunching at the lovely restaurant beside it, Armory Wharf Cafe. Actually, that's only the half of it - it was... Continue Reading →
There was an unexpected budget blow-out in the Household yesterday. I spent a whopping $328 on groceries (ditching carbs isn't cheap, there's a reason students survive on 2-minute noodles and baked beans on toast), bought two XL tops on sale at Witchery (to go with my XL jeans from Kmart) and purchased a few tubs... Continue Reading →
I've returned from a blissful sojourn in Newcastle. I saw many wonderful things. Gorgeous beaches, funky bars, delicious produce, lovely friends ... But my most-visited destination was Kmart Waratah, which isn't the least bit gorgeous, funky, delicious or lovely. That didn't stop me flicking the indicator downwards and turned left off Turton Road multiple times,... Continue Reading →
I got all giddy yesterday. No, it wasn't premature menopause. Or actual menopause (the latter being a more likely scenario). It was flashbacks or déjà vu or something retro and stomach spinny like that. I returned to the wine bar where I (illegally) spent every Saturday night during my teens: The Gunfighters Rest, in Hunter... Continue Reading →
There are certain items you can post to prisoners. Undies. Bottle green shorts. Books. No nail files. My friend in jail asked if I could send her some summer pyjamas. I checked what was "allowed" with a prison guard. She told me they had to be cotton with 3/4 length pants and a patterned t-shirt... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 is so-so on any soups that aren't potato. A couple of slurps and she's "full". Although, there's a special part of her stomach that's still able to squeeze in 50 slices of bread. Not the most nutritious meal. So I decided to trick her last weekend by hiding lots of "yuk" veggies in... Continue Reading →
I'm staying at my parent's house for four nights with the Sprogs. This is stressful for someone with anxiety problems because my parents' house is very, very tidy and myself and the Sprogs are not. I find myself uttering unfamiliar phrases such as "Dad, where's the dust-buster?" when the Sprogs scatter bits of shell and... Continue Reading →
There has been another mishap in the Household. Sprog 1 again, of course. We were visiting friends when a gaggle of kids came scrambling up the back steps, gasping that Sprog 1 had done an accidental back flip out of the trampoline (zip on the net left open, duh) and landed head first on a... Continue Reading →
